Television. The internet. You can view anything. Nothing is left to the imagination.
But what really does it for me is reality. Observing the world through a window, not a screen. Peering through half-closed blinds at my own personal soap.
I know all the cast. Intimately. All their comings and goings. All their secrets. I know the lot.
Just like God.
I thought I understood the plot. Could second guess each twist and turn.
Today, shifting my curtains, what do you think I could see?
A woman, at her window, staring back at me.